A CUP OF MIRTH

DRIBBLE IT LIKE AN EMOTION With eleven bright stars all around, And a stitched thing in the ground. They accelerate with steady gear, And dive into action with least fear. Albeit the obstacles awaiting for each, They kick and run beyond the reach. Abided by the holy rules, They follow their masters with skillful tools. They take up challenges risking the life, Withstanding all the quarrels and fife. One officer guards the treasures, Which are the destinations of others. Making legs their holy weapons_______ They strive hard to withstand demons. Kick, run, dribble o’boys__________ ‘ cause, you have no other choice. Wrapped with emotions of every sorts, They follow their religion with utmost begot. Sparkling with love and utmost zeal, Which even the followers themselves could feel. So, O’parents don’t rebuke … ‘ cause, It’s a football’s tribute.                      ...

bReAk Me InTo 1000 PiEcEs Break me into thousand pieces, Push me ,lest I crawl Let the tears soak down the soil__ And the young me evolve. Worst days are ought to sweep, Deadly fear may tend to creep, Have a faith yet so strong__ That every weapon breaks along.   At times lonely may you feel, Inner scars may seem unheal, But, every pain would let you gain__ Even the thick clouds crash hard to rain. Someone somewhere would be there for you, Some dear memories would sparkle in dew, None is alone in this strange blue globe__ Just love yourself and faith for the pope. Never you judge without full knowledge, Never you assume what's dark and shrowded, Expect less and give out more___ That's the only way to clear your sore...